When we landed (in an obviously military plane) in Turkey in '76, they stopped the plane out on the ramp and picked up this little pencil-neck geek from the embassy to give us a briefing while we taxi'd to our parking spot. While he is telling us to take nothing military off the plane, including underwear stenciled with our names on it, we are taxiing past all the planes that various and sundry terrorist groups had blown up. Unlike here, they didn't do much to clean them up - just pushed them off to the side.
I am pretty sure I was the only one of the 20+ guys to leave the hotel. I am very sure I met gawdamitey in Istanbul ... that, or the Uzo was even better than I thought.
Last edited by PornoDoggy at Nov 20 2003, 11:11 AM